We binge through - what we've been thru
Then we purge any urge to dwell
And hopefully it helps to buy like it hurts to sell
The search for self: a solo performance
Opening to rave reviews until the curtains fell
Now the audience is earth bound
Polarized, then reversed by the history we only learn
To learn how to claim to know how this turns out
But it turns out
We're just building new lives from the ashes
Of the ones we just burned down
And guess what... it's just your turn now
Simian impulse to violence- why's it the wisest
Are seen as the weakest, who needs their silence?
Who benefits from the repetitive sedative
Of propaganda and the mileage of a mindless virus
I speak not of COVID 19 or Miley Cyrus
I speak of course of the perspective from power
They don't see you as a friend
They don't see you as a foe
They don't see you at all
Et al.
They don't see you as a lover
They don't see you as a hater
They don't see you at all
Et al.
So you see
They don't see you, so
You are not a right, you are not a wrong
Quite simply, unless you are seen
You simply are not
Widgets fidget digits- zeroes and ones
Cowards and heroes succumb to mysterious hum
Appearing to come from ulterior drums
And some lump sum numb from - over exposure
Let go and hold your composure
The underbite looking over your shoulder's
Screaming "Get over it, soldier!"
We only get older - associate sober - the ultimate poster
Child for "at least I'm not them"
So amen, yes a-gain... again and again
Been waiting to start for so long, wonder if it ever will end
You have no message to send unless it offends
So let's just pretend reality is a sight for sore eyes
Most importantly - your eyes
Where beauty is beholden to an intangibly ephemeral golden
Age
That has never, does not, and will not exist
This is not a commercial